NaMoWriPo #13 comes from going to see the film Wicked Little Letters tonight. A wonderful British comedy with one of my favorite actors, Olivia Coleman. It has a very serious core in the movie that I tried to capture here in this poem.
Wicked
Words
Welts
from invisible sparring
Tossed about
and jarring
Rusted chains
locked
Inside a
stark interior
With no mirror
Clammers
to express
her outward
zest
she is
told to hold
her
inner gold
not to
express what is bold
love
whispered is cold
from the
hand
of the
man
that is
a father
crushing
his daughter
who has
desires
and tires
of not
speaking
she is
leaking
learned
hate
from
this state
he spake
she quakes
to turn all
around
she
makes a sound
it is a
dull roar
from her
very core
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